I was on my way to work earlier when I heard an old lady and her friend talk about their friend's son whose working as a call center agent and how the poor guy is being judged by them. Nowadays, this seems to be getting habitual. People look down on call center agents. They don't know what one has to go through in order to get the job and stay in a prestigious company.
I am proud to say that I am one of the many people who joined the bandwagon and is part of the BPO industry for more than 3 years now. And let me start by saying that I am happy where I am.
Honestly, I was just curious that's why I tried to get a job in the BPO industry. And yes, mainly because of greener pasture. But I have come to realize that it is just like any other jobs, only shift differences.
I took up BS in Medical Technology but I did not take the licensure exam, by choice. My previous jobs are all medical related. I used to work in a laboratory for 24 hours for our internship which lasted for a year. And shifting schedules have never been an issue to me.
BPO industry plays a big part in helping improve our country's economy. It offers a lot of jobs with justifiable pay. Since the clients are mostly foreigners, the employees have to adapt with the shifting schedules. One's body clock is expected to change once you enter this industry. It may sound like a disadvantage but if you know how to manage your time and health wisely, this is not going to be an issue.
The growing number of BPO companies in our country is a good sign that shows how promising this industry is. Great opportunities are being offered. Even fresh graduates are welcome to join which helps in decreasing the number of unemployed Filipinos.
Going back to the conversation that I overheard earlier, I must admit that I was offended. I know that they are not pertaining to me directly but I just find it immoral to generalize all call center agents. Maybe all your accusations to the guy is true, but that doesn't mean that we are like him. Not all call center agents did not finish college. Not all call center agents are addicted to smoking, drinking alcohol, and engaging to unprotected sex.
I wont be speaking in behalf of the entire BPO industry. These are merely just my personal opinions.
Being a call center agent is an honorable job. We do not steal, lie, or cheat. Yes, we can afford to buy the latest iPhone series, go to a luxurious out of the country trips, or even sustain a condo living lifestyle. But we work our @$$ off to earn for our living. We pay our taxes right and on time.
We spend at least 8 hours a day staying on the phone hearing our clients rant, shout, or even curse at us. And yet we are still expected to remain calm and be kind. We are trained to be patient.
We also know how to touch the hearts of our clients by just simply asking how their day was. We have learned the importance of genuinely being compassionate to others.
We are practicing the English Only Policy at work. And it is making us more comfortable in speaking the language which makes it easier for us to communicate better. But that does not mean that we are forgetting our own language.
Because of this job, we have also learned that things will not always go your way. We have learned the ability to be flexible. We adjust from our comfort zone in order to address the needs of the clients. Even if it means extended hours at work on a holiday.
We are experts in time management. We know the importance of time. We are expected to report to work on time regardless of the weather. Hence, they call us waterproofed beings.
The list will still go on. But my point here being is that we are just like anyone of you. Our job has taught us a lot of things and help us mold of who we are today.
Most, if not all, have clearly misunderstood the real beauty in a BPO industry. And it is unfair to stereotype.
Thursday, 27 August 2015
Wednesday, 19 August 2015
THE STRANGER: The Quest Of Finding The True Identity
THE STRANGER
The Quest Of Finding The True Identity
Story By:
Von Gasid
Written By:
My Villamor and Von Gasid
Edited By:
My Villamor
Introduction:
This is a short story of finding one’s identity, mistakes done after another, and embracing the cruel reality.
One early Saturday morning, I was on my way home, about to take my last jeepney ride along Pasig Mega Market. As I started walking, I noticed that someone's walking the same path I was taking. It made me wonder, Is this person following me? My heart was beating fast. And as paranoid as it sounds, I rushed my way to the nearest post and held my bag as tightly as possible. I haven't completely moved on from my traumatic mugging experience last October. Having reached the spot, I felt safe as the area is already a bit crowded and it's near a stationed security personnel. (Whew!)
Although I was still curious if the stranger was still following me, I didn't have the guts to check. I pretended as if nothing happened. Suddenly, a not-so-tall guy approached me from nowhere. He was wearing a dishevelled blue and grey hat, a smoked blue t-shirt, almost worn out slippers and a small scruffy bag around his body.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I have been following you because I was hoping you can help me," and even before I uttered a reply he added, "Please, I am begging you."
I was a bit scared but I still feel the need to answer back. "Me? Why me? I won't be able to help you. Please ask someone else."
He was then quiet. I glanced to see his face. He looked serious and worried. I can even see the sweat in his face, almost convinced that he had the worst problem in this world.
"Go on then. What's your question?" I can't believe I said that.
He was delighted and grateful. He was about to tell his story when he remembered something.
"Honestly, this is not the first time I saw you."
My horrified face did not reply.
"I don't know if you could still remember, it was a month ago, I was with my friend. We were on the same jeep and you were also one of our passengers that time. Almost the same time like today," he added.
I was freaked out! I was starting to think that this guy might be a stalker or something. Of all the passengers, how in the world will someone remember me? I was curious so I just listened.
"You were seated in front, right next to the driver. My friend and I were talking to the driver using our Bicol dialect. And you seem to understand our conversation. I even said hi to you but you just smiled without looking at me," he continued.
I do remember that moment. I even told my boyfriend about it when I got home.
"Anyway, going back, I must say that I felt relieved seeing you. We were actually on the same jeepney from Rosario. If you noticed earlier, there was another "beki" seated beside me, the one with the blonde hair and red lips. But he got off already when we stopped near 7/11, “he continued.
I was puzzled on where this conversation is getting. A lot of questions are piling up but still I kept my mouth shut.
"He doesn't even look approachable. Well, at least not as much as you do. So I took my chance and followed you and I was badly hoping to ask your thoughts about my problem," he said.
"Yeah, I think I remember that. So what's your question? It's already late and I should be heading home by now." I replied.
"Alright, sorry. I came from a beer party with my friends earlier," he paused.
"Yeah, I can see that," I affirmed.
"Something terrible happened in that party so I went away quickly." he said with a crackly voice.
I responded immediately, "Wait! Don't tell me you just took someone's life, did you?"
"No. That's not what I mean. I can't do that. I'm not a criminal. But right now, I feel like one," he replied.
"So what is it then?" I was feeling uncomfortable so I said, "Can I just go now?"
I was almost ready to go but he caught my attention when he continued telling his story.
"Someone did an oral sex with me at the party. She's a "beki" just like you. I am worried. Am I in danger? Am I going to have a disease or something? Will my wife and children despise me once they found out? What should I do?" he said as if it was only a casual talk.
It took me a while before I responded. Little by little, I digested every bit of words he uttered. I can't believe I am caught in this situation. I didn't know how to react. Should I laugh? Should I slap his face? Am I just dreaming? Or is this stranger joking? I was secretly hoping he was. But looking at this guy, wow! He's serious. I was even beginning to question why I was the only "beki" in this place and time. Where have all my sisters gone?!
In all fairness, I was able to compose myself quickly. I thought maybe this man was just worried and wanted a little bit of awareness about things that goes around gays, bisexuals and the like.
"You looked surprised about my question. I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean it. I just want to know. It was my first time," he apologized.
"It's okay. I'm not actually an expert about things like that. But, if I may ask you, did that "beki" only gave you a b-job? Nothing else happened?" I asked.
"Yes. That's all," he answered.
"Alright. Then I think you're fine. I'm really not the best person to talk to. But thank you for the impression that you thought I can be of help," I explained.
"I see. But can you tell me something about it? Please?" He insisted.
"Well, as far as I know, there's a possibility that you might get infected. People of any gender can be infected. Most especially in situations wherein both of you are not prepared, no protections were used and you barely know the other person," I answered.
"Oh, Is that so? Thank you. You seem to be knowledgeable in contrary to what you said earlier that you are not the best person to ask these stuffs," he said.
"No. Not really. I've just read it from the internet. It's still best to have yourself checked to make sure you're good if you're starting to feel a bit uncomfortable," I added.
"Yes. I'll be observing myself in these coming days. But thank you for that," he replied. I just nodded.
He must have been delighted with my answers so he insisted to buy me a snack. I declined his offer. But I accompanied him to the nearby burger stand since I was also planning to buy something for my sister.
He ordered two burgers for us. But I politely declined because I was still full. I had a separate order for my sister. While we were waiting for our orders, he asked me if I can still stay for a little while. I was ready to say no. But looking at his face, I can see how confused he was. Besides, I was not in a hurry, and he seems harmless.
He started to ask me questions about myself. I was hesitant but I still answered back. He was wondering how I knew about their dialect. I told him my biological mother is from Sorsogon while my biological father is from Northern Samar. I am a true-blooded Bicolano and Bisaya but was born and raised in Samar. I grew up with my grandparents. All along we thought they were our real parents. It was only a few years ago when we found out who are our biological parents. He was surprised.
I was even more surprised when I found out that he was also born in Visayas but was raised in Bicol, too.
Was it faith? Or was it just merely a coincidence? But one thing’s for sure, I was undeniably having a good time talking to this stranger.
While he was busy munching his food, I can’t help but ask why he was worried about what happened at the party. I know he mentioned that it was his first time to experience it but I was just curious about his reaction.
“I am a married man blessed with three wonderful children. I can’t claim that I am happily married but I am a fulfilled father. Like normal married couple, we fight a lot. And I can’t say that I have made my wife satisfied through all these years and vice versa -- Not physically, financially, or maybe even sexually. I have never experienced an oral sex before. And the thing that happened at the party was a mistake. And I know that. I am just scared that I might get infected.” He sounded regretful.
"I hate myself for letting it happen. I bet my friends are laughing right now. I have a feeling that they saw what happened," he added while shaking his head.
“I can’t imagine how my wife will react when she finds out. She’s different, you know. She has a really bad temper. She can be dangerous, sometimes. But I love her. She's not like this before. She used to be sweet, caring, and kind. I guess the only thing constant in this world is change.” He sighed.
I was moved by his words. I tried to lighten the mood by cracking a joke.
“I miss her. We still live together but I know she’s no longer happy. The only reason why she’s staying is because of our kids. I guess I just really miss how we were before.”
I was trying to think of the exact words to say to make him feel better. But even before I utter a word, he still continued talking.
“I feel bad not being able to provide all the needs and wants of my family. I am just a driver. I only make at least nine hundred pesos everyday. It is not enough to raise our family so my wife was forced to help out and work as well. She is working at a telecommunications company in Ortigas. She is a mobile broad band dealer," he shared.
I took a deep breath before responding. “Wow! What a story. For starters, what happened in the party was a mistake. It is good that you are aware that you aren’t supposed to do it. But then again, it was a mistake. And everybody makes mistakes. Secondly, if they are your real friends, they will not despise you. As a matter of fact, they are the ones who have let you down. They should’ve protected you. But what’s done is done. Now, with regards to your family, I think it is a sensitive issue and I choose not to comment about it. But please do not under estimate your job. It is an honourable job.”
“Thank you. But I insist, please tell what you think about my situation, about my wife, my family,” he asked.
“Okay. Honestly, I think your wife already found someone else." Again, I didn’t know why I said that.
"To be honest you're right. There's another man involved. Our neighbours told me. But I ignored it. Although, I tried to confront my wife about it and she ended up being hostile and denied it all. And the worse part is that I believed her. I guess I was just afraid to accept the truth,” he affirmed.
“Are you sure?” I asked and he nodded and said, “Our neighbours said they saw them. Even my driver friends told me that it's true."
I can’t believe what I am hearing right now. I don’t know him but I feel bad for this guy. I swear my jaw almost dropped when he told me that he knew that his wife is cheating on him with his boss. Yes, with his employer. He is the owner of the jeep he is driving. The employer who helps him sustain his family’s needs everyday. Which is more important, his dignity or his family? I can’t imagine myself being stuck into a situation like this. And again, I didn’t know what to say.
"Sometimes, I think life is unfair. But whenever I see my children, I realize I am still blessed. They are the source of all my happiness." He sounded hopeful.
"How long have you been married? How did you meet?" I asked trying to change the topic.
“We're not married and we can't get married. Don’t get me wrong, I want to marry her. But we just can’t. You see, I don’t know my real identity. I don’t have a birth certificate. Just my luck!” He said.
At first I thought he was just kidding. Turns out, he was actually telling the truth. I was still not convinced so he showed me his driver’s license. He said that he was not asked to present a birth certificate when he applied for it. He was only required to present a copy of his Barangay Tax Certificate.
I was very curious that I can’t stop myself from asking, “How come your parents didn't get you a birth certificate?”
And with a sad face he replied, "I don't have legal parents, either. I don't know them and I don't even know where they are."
He started telling me stories where he grew up. He said he was raised by priests in a convent until his teenage years. He moved to Manila to look for work. Growing up, he was never asked for any birth certificates whatsoever, so he thought it was irrelevant. After a year, he met his wife. He said that they were very in love and decided to get married. That’s when he realized that he needs to have a birth certificate. They even went to the main office of National Statistics Office (NSO) to accomplish one, which was a required legal paper to submit in order to apply for a marriage license. But they were advised to go back to their birth place to comply with the initial requirements in filing for a late registration of birth certificate.
"How am I supposed to do that when I don't know where I was born exactly? They just said I was born in Visayas. I know a few relatives but I don’t know where they are currently residing. I have a sister but I’m afraid she can’t help me, too. She's born a special child. I don't even know if I'm already baptised or not,” he said.
“Hey, sorry if I am taking so much of your time. Thank you for listening and thank you for staying. I know it is hard to trust a stranger like me, but I am glad to have approached the right person. I feel a little better now. Sorry again. I hope I can still see you again someday,” he sounded sincere.
As much as I wanted to stay, I needed to head home because it was getting late. I am glad I was able to make him feel better somehow.
“I don’t know how to exactly help you, but the least I can do is pray for you -- for guidance, clarity, and self fulfilment. And always remember that God does not put us in a situation we can’t handle. Listening to all your stories, I know you have been through a lot. Just breathe in, and breathe out. I know you can get through all these,” I said.
I saw him smile and his face lighten up a little. As we bid goodbye, I said, “Nice meeting you. See you around, Efren Hulongbayan.”
Conclusion:
Sometimes, meeting a stranger is like meeting an angel. They make you realize how lucky you are. Do something that you won’t regret tomorrow. Be grateful with what you already have. Thank all the people that surround you with happiness and love. Acknowledge God's grace and share your blessings in any way you can.
The Quest Of Finding The True Identity
Story By:
Von Gasid
Written By:
My Villamor and Von Gasid
Edited By:
My Villamor
Introduction:
This is a short story of finding one’s identity, mistakes done after another, and embracing the cruel reality.
One early Saturday morning, I was on my way home, about to take my last jeepney ride along Pasig Mega Market. As I started walking, I noticed that someone's walking the same path I was taking. It made me wonder, Is this person following me? My heart was beating fast. And as paranoid as it sounds, I rushed my way to the nearest post and held my bag as tightly as possible. I haven't completely moved on from my traumatic mugging experience last October. Having reached the spot, I felt safe as the area is already a bit crowded and it's near a stationed security personnel. (Whew!)
Although I was still curious if the stranger was still following me, I didn't have the guts to check. I pretended as if nothing happened. Suddenly, a not-so-tall guy approached me from nowhere. He was wearing a dishevelled blue and grey hat, a smoked blue t-shirt, almost worn out slippers and a small scruffy bag around his body.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I have been following you because I was hoping you can help me," and even before I uttered a reply he added, "Please, I am begging you."
I was a bit scared but I still feel the need to answer back. "Me? Why me? I won't be able to help you. Please ask someone else."
He was then quiet. I glanced to see his face. He looked serious and worried. I can even see the sweat in his face, almost convinced that he had the worst problem in this world.
"Go on then. What's your question?" I can't believe I said that.
He was delighted and grateful. He was about to tell his story when he remembered something.
"Honestly, this is not the first time I saw you."
My horrified face did not reply.
"I don't know if you could still remember, it was a month ago, I was with my friend. We were on the same jeep and you were also one of our passengers that time. Almost the same time like today," he added.
I was freaked out! I was starting to think that this guy might be a stalker or something. Of all the passengers, how in the world will someone remember me? I was curious so I just listened.
"You were seated in front, right next to the driver. My friend and I were talking to the driver using our Bicol dialect. And you seem to understand our conversation. I even said hi to you but you just smiled without looking at me," he continued.
I do remember that moment. I even told my boyfriend about it when I got home.
"Anyway, going back, I must say that I felt relieved seeing you. We were actually on the same jeepney from Rosario. If you noticed earlier, there was another "beki" seated beside me, the one with the blonde hair and red lips. But he got off already when we stopped near 7/11, “he continued.
I was puzzled on where this conversation is getting. A lot of questions are piling up but still I kept my mouth shut.
"He doesn't even look approachable. Well, at least not as much as you do. So I took my chance and followed you and I was badly hoping to ask your thoughts about my problem," he said.
"Yeah, I think I remember that. So what's your question? It's already late and I should be heading home by now." I replied.
"Alright, sorry. I came from a beer party with my friends earlier," he paused.
"Yeah, I can see that," I affirmed.
"Something terrible happened in that party so I went away quickly." he said with a crackly voice.
I responded immediately, "Wait! Don't tell me you just took someone's life, did you?"
"No. That's not what I mean. I can't do that. I'm not a criminal. But right now, I feel like one," he replied.
"So what is it then?" I was feeling uncomfortable so I said, "Can I just go now?"
I was almost ready to go but he caught my attention when he continued telling his story.
"Someone did an oral sex with me at the party. She's a "beki" just like you. I am worried. Am I in danger? Am I going to have a disease or something? Will my wife and children despise me once they found out? What should I do?" he said as if it was only a casual talk.
It took me a while before I responded. Little by little, I digested every bit of words he uttered. I can't believe I am caught in this situation. I didn't know how to react. Should I laugh? Should I slap his face? Am I just dreaming? Or is this stranger joking? I was secretly hoping he was. But looking at this guy, wow! He's serious. I was even beginning to question why I was the only "beki" in this place and time. Where have all my sisters gone?!
In all fairness, I was able to compose myself quickly. I thought maybe this man was just worried and wanted a little bit of awareness about things that goes around gays, bisexuals and the like.
"You looked surprised about my question. I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean it. I just want to know. It was my first time," he apologized.
"It's okay. I'm not actually an expert about things like that. But, if I may ask you, did that "beki" only gave you a b-job? Nothing else happened?" I asked.
"Yes. That's all," he answered.
"Alright. Then I think you're fine. I'm really not the best person to talk to. But thank you for the impression that you thought I can be of help," I explained.
"I see. But can you tell me something about it? Please?" He insisted.
"Well, as far as I know, there's a possibility that you might get infected. People of any gender can be infected. Most especially in situations wherein both of you are not prepared, no protections were used and you barely know the other person," I answered.
"Oh, Is that so? Thank you. You seem to be knowledgeable in contrary to what you said earlier that you are not the best person to ask these stuffs," he said.
"No. Not really. I've just read it from the internet. It's still best to have yourself checked to make sure you're good if you're starting to feel a bit uncomfortable," I added.
"Yes. I'll be observing myself in these coming days. But thank you for that," he replied. I just nodded.
He must have been delighted with my answers so he insisted to buy me a snack. I declined his offer. But I accompanied him to the nearby burger stand since I was also planning to buy something for my sister.
He ordered two burgers for us. But I politely declined because I was still full. I had a separate order for my sister. While we were waiting for our orders, he asked me if I can still stay for a little while. I was ready to say no. But looking at his face, I can see how confused he was. Besides, I was not in a hurry, and he seems harmless.
He started to ask me questions about myself. I was hesitant but I still answered back. He was wondering how I knew about their dialect. I told him my biological mother is from Sorsogon while my biological father is from Northern Samar. I am a true-blooded Bicolano and Bisaya but was born and raised in Samar. I grew up with my grandparents. All along we thought they were our real parents. It was only a few years ago when we found out who are our biological parents. He was surprised.
I was even more surprised when I found out that he was also born in Visayas but was raised in Bicol, too.
Was it faith? Or was it just merely a coincidence? But one thing’s for sure, I was undeniably having a good time talking to this stranger.
While he was busy munching his food, I can’t help but ask why he was worried about what happened at the party. I know he mentioned that it was his first time to experience it but I was just curious about his reaction.
“I am a married man blessed with three wonderful children. I can’t claim that I am happily married but I am a fulfilled father. Like normal married couple, we fight a lot. And I can’t say that I have made my wife satisfied through all these years and vice versa -- Not physically, financially, or maybe even sexually. I have never experienced an oral sex before. And the thing that happened at the party was a mistake. And I know that. I am just scared that I might get infected.” He sounded regretful.
"I hate myself for letting it happen. I bet my friends are laughing right now. I have a feeling that they saw what happened," he added while shaking his head.
“I can’t imagine how my wife will react when she finds out. She’s different, you know. She has a really bad temper. She can be dangerous, sometimes. But I love her. She's not like this before. She used to be sweet, caring, and kind. I guess the only thing constant in this world is change.” He sighed.
I was moved by his words. I tried to lighten the mood by cracking a joke.
“I miss her. We still live together but I know she’s no longer happy. The only reason why she’s staying is because of our kids. I guess I just really miss how we were before.”
I was trying to think of the exact words to say to make him feel better. But even before I utter a word, he still continued talking.
“I feel bad not being able to provide all the needs and wants of my family. I am just a driver. I only make at least nine hundred pesos everyday. It is not enough to raise our family so my wife was forced to help out and work as well. She is working at a telecommunications company in Ortigas. She is a mobile broad band dealer," he shared.
I took a deep breath before responding. “Wow! What a story. For starters, what happened in the party was a mistake. It is good that you are aware that you aren’t supposed to do it. But then again, it was a mistake. And everybody makes mistakes. Secondly, if they are your real friends, they will not despise you. As a matter of fact, they are the ones who have let you down. They should’ve protected you. But what’s done is done. Now, with regards to your family, I think it is a sensitive issue and I choose not to comment about it. But please do not under estimate your job. It is an honourable job.”
“Thank you. But I insist, please tell what you think about my situation, about my wife, my family,” he asked.
“Okay. Honestly, I think your wife already found someone else." Again, I didn’t know why I said that.
"To be honest you're right. There's another man involved. Our neighbours told me. But I ignored it. Although, I tried to confront my wife about it and she ended up being hostile and denied it all. And the worse part is that I believed her. I guess I was just afraid to accept the truth,” he affirmed.
“Are you sure?” I asked and he nodded and said, “Our neighbours said they saw them. Even my driver friends told me that it's true."
I can’t believe what I am hearing right now. I don’t know him but I feel bad for this guy. I swear my jaw almost dropped when he told me that he knew that his wife is cheating on him with his boss. Yes, with his employer. He is the owner of the jeep he is driving. The employer who helps him sustain his family’s needs everyday. Which is more important, his dignity or his family? I can’t imagine myself being stuck into a situation like this. And again, I didn’t know what to say.
"Sometimes, I think life is unfair. But whenever I see my children, I realize I am still blessed. They are the source of all my happiness." He sounded hopeful.
"How long have you been married? How did you meet?" I asked trying to change the topic.
“We're not married and we can't get married. Don’t get me wrong, I want to marry her. But we just can’t. You see, I don’t know my real identity. I don’t have a birth certificate. Just my luck!” He said.
At first I thought he was just kidding. Turns out, he was actually telling the truth. I was still not convinced so he showed me his driver’s license. He said that he was not asked to present a birth certificate when he applied for it. He was only required to present a copy of his Barangay Tax Certificate.
I was very curious that I can’t stop myself from asking, “How come your parents didn't get you a birth certificate?”
And with a sad face he replied, "I don't have legal parents, either. I don't know them and I don't even know where they are."
He started telling me stories where he grew up. He said he was raised by priests in a convent until his teenage years. He moved to Manila to look for work. Growing up, he was never asked for any birth certificates whatsoever, so he thought it was irrelevant. After a year, he met his wife. He said that they were very in love and decided to get married. That’s when he realized that he needs to have a birth certificate. They even went to the main office of National Statistics Office (NSO) to accomplish one, which was a required legal paper to submit in order to apply for a marriage license. But they were advised to go back to their birth place to comply with the initial requirements in filing for a late registration of birth certificate.
"How am I supposed to do that when I don't know where I was born exactly? They just said I was born in Visayas. I know a few relatives but I don’t know where they are currently residing. I have a sister but I’m afraid she can’t help me, too. She's born a special child. I don't even know if I'm already baptised or not,” he said.
“Hey, sorry if I am taking so much of your time. Thank you for listening and thank you for staying. I know it is hard to trust a stranger like me, but I am glad to have approached the right person. I feel a little better now. Sorry again. I hope I can still see you again someday,” he sounded sincere.
As much as I wanted to stay, I needed to head home because it was getting late. I am glad I was able to make him feel better somehow.
“I don’t know how to exactly help you, but the least I can do is pray for you -- for guidance, clarity, and self fulfilment. And always remember that God does not put us in a situation we can’t handle. Listening to all your stories, I know you have been through a lot. Just breathe in, and breathe out. I know you can get through all these,” I said.
I saw him smile and his face lighten up a little. As we bid goodbye, I said, “Nice meeting you. See you around, Efren Hulongbayan.”
Conclusion:
Sometimes, meeting a stranger is like meeting an angel. They make you realize how lucky you are. Do something that you won’t regret tomorrow. Be grateful with what you already have. Thank all the people that surround you with happiness and love. Acknowledge God's grace and share your blessings in any way you can.
Sunday, 16 August 2015
Hello AUGUST!
Besides the fact that this is the birth month of both my mom and older sister, this is also the birth month of our dear Keera! So welcome August!
August 1, 2015
Actually we already have a few things to do today. I woke up extra early -- extra early meaning before lunch, usually around 10-11am. Early enough to spend an hour in taking a bath and getting ready to go, as in completely ready to go. I prepared a sandwich for Waldz and I while waiting for him. Initial plan was to meet Adrian and LA and fetch Waldz' parents in the terminal and then go to the airport. But I guess there has been a little miscommunication so it didn't turn out that way. Anyway, Waldz and I went to McDonald's Quezon Avenue to wait for his parents there. When they arrived we headed straight to the airport via EDSA which took us almost 4 hour-long-freaking-ride. This usually only takes 40-50 minutes drive without traffic. You can just imagine how worse the traffic was. Our butts were sore and it began tiring to do nothing. Even worse for the driver. Waldz had been awfully quiet the whole trip. I knew he was tired but chose not to complain. Such a patient sweetheart!
The main reason why we were going to the airport is because we are sending off LA (Waldz' brother) to Qatar. He signed a year contract to work there as a Civil Engineer. It's true that the airport is the happiest and saddest place in this world. When we arrived there, I started being quiet because I was secretly observing them. I remember how we used to send off my older brother, Marc to Brunei. I have always been teary-eyed but tried my best not to shed a tear. As I was observing them, Sofie (Waldz' sister) on the other hand, have been teasing her parents to cry. LA looked so excited to board the plane, prolly because he had been unemployed for a few months now. He gave all of us a good warm hug as he bid goodbye.
When LA have already checked in his baggage, we left. We dropped by KFC, the nearest fast food chain in the airport. And then we went through the same Saturday traffic madness. This time we took the C5 route. Waldz' parents was about to check in at Tune Hotel for the night but Waldz insisted that he can still drive so we can continue with our itinerary to go to Morong, Rizal.
Due to severe traffic again, we all got hungry. We stopped by Sillon, an All-Day Breakfast Restaurant somehere along Libis. After our late dinner, we headed straight to Morong.
Most of our time today is spent sitting in the car stuck on traffic. But I wouldn't call it a waste of my time. In fact, it served as a quality time well spent. I get to talk to his parents and shared silly jokes together, doing the craziest things just to entertain ourselves. It was a once in a lifetime experience. Sometimes, traffic do not always give you negative feeling!
Saturday, 15 August 2015
Keera Turns 1
This is according to the Urban Dictionary. I can't believe that it has been a year since we first had glance to our baby. It was love at first sight. And today marks her 365th day with us!
Waldz and I are grateful for always keeping us safe during our road trips. You have never failed us. We love you, Keera!
To some, you are only just a car, but for us, you are one of our babies.
We cannot promise to always make your fuel tank full, but we will make sure you never ran out of it. We cannot promise to groom you always but we will make sure that you take a bath as frequent as possible (meaning car wash!). We cannot promise that we can install a car alarm soon but we will make sure to keep you safe always. We cannot promise to give you the super appealing wheel mags, but we guarantee you that in our eyes you are the sexiest car ever!
Here's to more years of road trip with you! God speed!
Friday, 14 August 2015
Grieving And Bereavement
Losing someone or something you love is very painful. After a significant loss, you may experience all kinds of difficult and surprising emotions, such as shock, anger, and guilt. Sometimes it may feel like the sadness will never let up. While these feelings can be frightening and overwhelming, they are normal reactions to loss. Accepting them as part of the grieving process and allowing yourself to feel what you feel is necessary for healing.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve — but there are healthy ways to cope with the pain. You can get through it. Grief that is expressed and experienced has a potential for healing that eventually can strengthen and enrich life.
What is grief?
Grief is a natural response to loss. It’s the emotional suffering you feel when something or someone you love is taken away. You may associate grief with the death of a loved one – and this type of loss does often cause the most intense grief. But any loss can cause grief, including a relationship breakup, loss of health. losing a job, loss of financial stability, a miscarriage, death of a pet, loss of a cherished dream, a loved one’s serious illness, loss of a friendship, or loss of safety after a trauma.
The more significant the loss, the more intense the grief. However, even subtle losses can lead to grief. For example, you might experience grief after moving away from home, graduating from college, changing jobs, selling your family home, or retiring from a career you loved.
Everyone grieves differently.
Grieving is a personal and highly individual experience. How you grieve depends on many factors, including your personality and coping style, your life experience, your faith, and the nature of the loss. The grieving process takes time. Healing happens gradually; it can’t be forced or hurried – and there is no normal timetable for grieving. Some people start to feel better in weeks or months. For others, the grieving process is measured in years. Whatever your grief experience, it’s important to be patient with yourself and allow the process to naturally unfold.
The five stages of grief:
- Denial: “This can’t be happening to me.”
- Anger: “Why is this happening? Who is to blame?”
- Bargaining: “Make this not happen, and in return I will ____.”
- Depression: “I’m too sad to do anything.”
- Acceptance: “I’m at peace with what happened.”
Grief can be a roller coaster.
Instead of a series of stages, we might also think of the grieving process as a roller coaster, full of ups and downs, highs and lows. Like many roller coasters, the ride tends to be rougher in the beginning, the lows may be deeper and longer. The difficult periods should become less intense and shorter as time goes by, but it takes time to work through a loss.
A Week Of Farewell
July 27, 2015
Waldz told me the bad news. He said that his uncle (his dad's brother) is rushed to the hospital. Initially due to a severe headache but just a few hours after he arrived in the hospital he is already in a comatose state caused by congenital aneurysm. I can see with Waldz reaction that he was devastated. I did my best to comfort him. I began to ask questions and prolly he was still in denial stage because he was unable to answer back. I brave myself in reading all the messages they sent in their group chat. Some of his cousins were able to narrate exactly what happened. Some even shared the photos they took on his birthday which was only a few weeks ago. But mostly asked for prayers for the recovery of Tito Cesar. I was crying the whole time I was reading the chat thread and even more when I relayed these details to Waldz.
July 29, 2015
Waldz, Pando (Waldz' youngest brother) and I, went to Binangonan Lakeview Hospital to visit their Uncle. He is still in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit), and is still in coma. Everyone is obviously trying to hold back their tears in their puffy eyes. Supposedly, it was the day for them to decide if they are are going to continue with the life support or not. It is going to be a very hard decision. The doctors have already told them their options. The family decided to give it another day to decide. We only stayed for a few hours since it was a work week.
July 30, 2015
Tito Cesar left us. The family decided to remove the life support since there was only 5% chance according to the doctors. A few minutes after, his heartbeat is in flat line.
August 1, 2015
We went to Morong Rizal. We arrived at half past 8 in the evening. Looking at Tito Cesar's body inside the coffin, his face looks at peace. I whispered a little prayer. I am glad I met him even before he left us. But it still makes me sad knowing he already left us. I volunteered to be the one to stay up all night since I am used to this nocturnal shift. Besides, looking at their puffy eyes I can see that they haven't slept properly for a week now. Ate Joy (Walds' cousin) also tried to stay up with us and she was making us laugh the whole time. Her jokes are really funny. I was the last person to stay awake. I think I slept at 8am only because Waldz' dad forced me rest. Then we went home Sunday afternoon.
August 5, 2015
The last time we will ever see Tito Cesar.
Don't worry, I already told my grandpa, Tatay Pedro that you're on your way to heaven. He will meet you there Tito Cesar, along with my other grandpa, Tatang Joseph, with Myele and Blake. No goodbyes. Just see you again. May your soul rest in peace.
*** There are some people who believe that it is inappropriate to be laughing or smiling during the wake. I respect that. But we all have different beliefs and I hope you can keep an open mind about our behaviour. Please excuse us if you think it's immoral.
Thursday, 13 August 2015
SunDate with Mom, Dher, and JM
Time flies. Cliche? Yes. But it is true.
I remember how we used to spend Sundays together as a family hearing mass and dining out after, then doing some shopping or grocery. Truly sarap-ng-weekend moment!
Sadly, this seldom happens nowadays. Most of us are already working in Manila, my brother studying in Baguio, and mom and JM (youngest sister) are left in our provincial house.
We try our best to go home as frequent as possible. Although sometimes our work schedules makes it hard for us to do so.
So when we go home, we make sure that we make the most out of our short vacation.
Mom, Dher and JM went to hear mass while I was trying my best to catch up with them. We ate out after at a nearby fast food chain, Chowking. Mom got me my favourite chicken. Afterwards, we went to the mall, CSI The City Mall. We were supposed to go to Robinsons Calasiao but we didn't want the schedule of the movie we wanted to watch. That's why we went to the other mall instead.
We watched Paper Towns. I had no idea what it was. The movie seems okay. Not extra ordinary but just okay, I think. The only part of the movie that I will never forget will be ----SPOILER ALERT!!! --- when the characters sing the Pokemon theme song. It's funny and glorious and nostalgic and everything that it should be, and it's a real shame if a 90's kid is unable to sing along.
Anyway, it was a weekend well spent with my family. I miss spending weekends like these!
I remember how we used to spend Sundays together as a family hearing mass and dining out after, then doing some shopping or grocery. Truly sarap-ng-weekend moment!
Sadly, this seldom happens nowadays. Most of us are already working in Manila, my brother studying in Baguio, and mom and JM (youngest sister) are left in our provincial house.
We try our best to go home as frequent as possible. Although sometimes our work schedules makes it hard for us to do so.
So when we go home, we make sure that we make the most out of our short vacation.
Mom, Dher and JM went to hear mass while I was trying my best to catch up with them. We ate out after at a nearby fast food chain, Chowking. Mom got me my favourite chicken. Afterwards, we went to the mall, CSI The City Mall. We were supposed to go to Robinsons Calasiao but we didn't want the schedule of the movie we wanted to watch. That's why we went to the other mall instead.
We watched Paper Towns. I had no idea what it was. The movie seems okay. Not extra ordinary but just okay, I think. The only part of the movie that I will never forget will be ----SPOILER ALERT!!! --- when the characters sing the Pokemon theme song. It's funny and glorious and nostalgic and everything that it should be, and it's a real shame if a 90's kid is unable to sing along.
Anyway, it was a weekend well spent with my family. I miss spending weekends like these!
Wednesday, 12 August 2015
Mom's Birthday
Happy birthday Mama! You have been the coolest mom ever. Everything I am today is because of you and papa. Thank you for giving me life. Thank you for trusting me in making my own decisions. You have always supported me in everything I do. I have made mistakes but you never left my side. You've fought all my battles with me. And because of that I am a better and stronger individual. I haven't been the best daughter to you and yet you have consistently been the greatest mom to me and my siblings. May God always bless your kind heart. We love you Ma!
*** Photos are from MY Facebook page. Gifts are from Papa (who bought the iPhone 4s), Zander and JM (who bought the beautiful flowers and had it delivered at 7am. Good Job!), Ate Mygel, Kuya Marc and I (who bought the jewellery set from Italy). Also, extra thank you to Zander for exerting extra effort in making this surprise possible. And JM for taking the photos. Job well done!
Saturday, 8 August 2015
Update: Less Than 6 Months To Go
Yipee! Less than 6 months to go and I am so glad we've already covered all the major suppliers!
- Church - Check!
- Caterer and Venue - Check!
- P/V - Check!
- Stylist and florist
- On The Day Coordinator
- Make-Up artist and Hair Stylist
- Gowns and Suits
There are so much more to prepare. But at least the major ones are already covered. Whew!
Friday, 7 August 2015
Wedding Trip: Bride On Duty
Mr. Groom-to-be had been busy lately due to their month-end reports. Sadly, he wasn't allowed to take a day off to help me ran some wedding errands. I was close to cancelling my plotted leave last Friday, but I brought out the inner independent girl in me. I have decided to go home to our province and make use of this day to do some wedding-related stuffs.
(Friday) July 24, 2015
It's a weekday and as expected, mom needs to go to work, and my MOH JM have classes to attend to. I was home alone. (huhu!) I have already planned the things that I will be doing that day to keep myself busy like everyone else.
First stop was at National Statistics Office in Calasiao (one jeepney ride from home). I arrived at 9:30-ish and I got number 158 on cue. I filled out the form and patiently waited for my turn. I requested a copy of my birth certificate which now cost 140Php. I was able to get my certificate around 10:30. I honestly haven't tried this before but based on my experience that day, the flow of their system is organized and fast. Prolly because I did not expect to finish it that quickly.
Second stop was at Parish of Saint John the Evangelist (also one jeepney ride from NSO). I was politely assisted by the security guard to the parish office. I was able to get a copy of my baptismal and confirmation certificates both at 50Php each. There was no cue so it only took me a few minutes to get it. I was very impressed that they still have the original copy written in a old hard record book. (Talk about real vintage book!) It only took me less than 30 minutes to get the paper works done. While I was waiting, I inquired about the process if I was getting married out of town. I'm not sure if I was just hungry or tired but thinking about it now, I can't remember all their answers.
Before heading to my third destination, I stopped by the chapel and uttered a little prayer. My lola asked me to light 3 candles for our departed loved ones, and so I did. Made me miss Tatay, again!
My third stop was at COMELEC office. I have missed my chance to vote twice so I am mandated to revalidate my profile. I honestly have no plans in exercising my right to vote anytime soon. I am not updated to any issues nowadays and I am not confident that I will be able to choose the right candidate. But my mom keeps on bugging me to do it. And as an obedient daughter, I obliged. I am so glad that they had the "no lunch break policy!" Anyway, there are only a few people there that time, mostly were teenagers. I was asked to fill out my personal details on a 2-pages answer sheet back-to-back in 4 copies. I feel like a first time voter going all through these. After that they took my biometrics, photo and signature. I asked if I can have a Voter's ID but the lady in charge told me that it usually takes at least 3 years to get one.
I was beginning to get tired and lazy but I have nothing to do at home so I decided to continue wandering. I stopped by the grocery and bought a liter of mineral water. I was a bit hungry but decided to just eat siomai. (Siomai House is heart!) Then I took a jeepney ride to the van terminal to Manaoag.
The church that truly gives me comfort every time, Shrine Of Our Lady Of Manaoag. She is like family to me. She knows when I am truly desperate and when I am absolutely in cloud nine. I visit her as often as I could. As usual, I went to see her and updated her with my life. After reflecting, I ask for her guidance. And every time I do, I always go home relieved and renewed. After doing my usual routine, talking to her, lighting some candles, and giving mass offerings, I went home.
Before heading straight home, I dropped by the grocery again to buy some ingredients for the food I am planning to cook for dinner. I am not a pro in cooking but I love to try to cook. I was planning to cook Baked mac. I got the recipe from a close friend (Thanks Mights!) and every time I cook this, I always get praised! I hope my family will like it, too. Fingers crossed.
So to sum it all up, it was a productive Friday for me. I never thought I can do this much all in one day! And let me also take this chance to give a shout out to our goverment offices in Dagupan, specifically NSO and COMELEC. You did a great job in organizing the system. Kudos to that! I am one happy citizen!
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